Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 17:39:29 GMT
In a world constantly filled with danger nothing seems noticeably as scary as a big blue, humanoid alien, especially on Earth. This is the likeness of one woman by the name of Fuka; a rather tall Heran hybrid. She is the half sister of Jihana and all her life she's been the seemly target of humans' glares, despite her Heran fathe Sabeji's riches and desire to help her control her powers. At age 32 she doesn't live with him nor her Ferrosian mother Vana anymore yet still sometimes visits them. Today was not one of those days though. No, she was standing in front of a mirror that was seven feet tall primping her clothing.
She wore a typical long yellow sun dress with black boots and was twisting from side to side to make sure it looked okay. The fact of the matter was, even though she didn't care much for her appearance she had to make sure her clothes still fit over her massively tall body. At 6 feet, 9 inches tall unless she went to a specialty store like the famous “Cat's Meow” there was hardly an easy way to get what she wanted to wear. Things looked okay so the tall maiden stepped back from her mirror and turned around to tie a black ribbon around the back of her long strands of orange hair and head out. It was do-or-die this morning she needed to find information about her lost sister Jihana, a fellow Heran, who she had hoped to meet one day. The problem was info was hard to come by and she knew this based on her desire to search before but it didn't mean she couldn't do so every single day. She just really wanted to find her for as she headed out of her apartment in Central City she got her first stare of the day when a mailman in a blue uniform passed by her door to deliver a package. The apartment's front door had clearly been modified to be larger than average it was built to carefully allow people up to eight feet tall through the entry without issue. She simply stepped out, without bumping her head for once and smiled at the man as he jumped in fear before running off.
The reason he did was because his boss had told him aliens lived in the area he was delivering packages to and ones who were typically not so friendly. He wasn't sure if she was one or not. And so, Fuka sighed as he made his way about three doors down. She could see him sweating bullets and she took the moment to step up behind him and say, “Hey, wait, you got a package for these apartments.”
The man nodded as he heard the giantess cover the footsteps he made in almost a single bound. “Yes-yes,” he'd muttered too afraid to look at her again.
“I love you know, so if you have trouble delivering stuff here let me know...” Fuka told him now trying to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I'll take stuff where it needs to go.”
The post officer then swirled around and instantly shoved a box of chocolate chip cookies into her arms. “There's an old man two doors down. He's scary. He's an astounding 6 feet, 5 inches tall and he has a bad temper, a huge cane, and a fancy suit. I don't want him to-”
Fuka then grabbed the box from him and bent down to his eye level. This guy was somehow really short for an apparent adult only standing at 5 five, 6 inches total. She could feel why he was so afraid of this place. Mostly Herans lived in these apartments and as a result, because of these aliens being so big and bad by nature, they were often a sight to tremble at. The man for whatever reason wept in fear then stepped behind her and pushed Fuka forward, actually attempted to is more like it, her bulky frame was 192 lbs. and for a human that was hard to match. She'd stand though as she got the picture of what he wanted to do and read the box. It said, “Apartment 604, Central City Street, Central City.” At a glance, her apartment she was in was 598 so having already gone three doors down from there this mailman just needed to go another three to reach his destination. Her coming out of her place must have shocked him though.
She sauntered on down the way though while the mailman remained frozen in place. The package she held out in front of her as she mentally tried to recall which neighbor she was delivering to. She'd practically gone out of her way to get to know everyone in the last month here who was a Heran (in order to find Jihana) but none of them knew her or had heard of her and clearly thought she was dead. The neighbor was going to meet she was pretty sure was a Mr. Cretonne. A muscle-bound old man with the ability to hold almost anyone and break them in half at the same time. She'd come to him the first time she moved here to visit with him and find out if her sister might be in this area. The answer from him was “No.” which disappointed her but she pushed that idea aside as she reached his place, stretched her arm out and knocked on the door.
“What do you want?” his voice crackled from inside the building as he came to the door, opened it slightly and looked out to see Fuka's smiling face. The old man saw the box in her hands and chuckled, “Finally, my cookies... You didn't have to grab them from a frightened mailman did you?”
Fuka nodded and pushed the box into his arms, “That I did, he's back near my place.”
“Tell him to tell his bosses to stop sending him by here. I'm sure you've even seen this dolt. He runs from anything even an inch taller than him.” The old Heran growled as he took the box and closed the door behind him. Her job was done and she turned back to find the mailman bowing to her. He then would turn and run off to his next job glad to get his package out off his mind.
Fuka crossed her arms over her chest as he left and stepped back to her place, “Gee, why must I be always the big sister to everyone. They're always asking me to do things. I just hope to find my Jihana one day...” She uttered before jumping over the edge of an apartment building railing next to her and falling towards the concrete below. Ever since she'd been bored the tiny humans of the world had relied on her to do things everything from being a fashion model as of recently to delivering packages. She just wanted to find her sister and be the “little one” for a change since humans always had a way of getting around to using her due to her size. It probably stemmed from the fact that ever since she was five she'd been seemingly strong beyond a doubt and more than capable of lifting and moving cars at that age. Her father had put her under martial training, the tutelage of schools, etc. as a result of his riches and ability to do so, but the one thing he never really spoke about any other members outside their immediate family. She'd come to find he was hiding something and now as she slammed into the concrete below with her muscular legs and stood up she found it was time to continue her search she'd begun a year ago. Her body would propel forward and she'd dash on her two mighty legs into the heart of the city.
She wore a typical long yellow sun dress with black boots and was twisting from side to side to make sure it looked okay. The fact of the matter was, even though she didn't care much for her appearance she had to make sure her clothes still fit over her massively tall body. At 6 feet, 9 inches tall unless she went to a specialty store like the famous “Cat's Meow” there was hardly an easy way to get what she wanted to wear. Things looked okay so the tall maiden stepped back from her mirror and turned around to tie a black ribbon around the back of her long strands of orange hair and head out. It was do-or-die this morning she needed to find information about her lost sister Jihana, a fellow Heran, who she had hoped to meet one day. The problem was info was hard to come by and she knew this based on her desire to search before but it didn't mean she couldn't do so every single day. She just really wanted to find her for as she headed out of her apartment in Central City she got her first stare of the day when a mailman in a blue uniform passed by her door to deliver a package. The apartment's front door had clearly been modified to be larger than average it was built to carefully allow people up to eight feet tall through the entry without issue. She simply stepped out, without bumping her head for once and smiled at the man as he jumped in fear before running off.
The reason he did was because his boss had told him aliens lived in the area he was delivering packages to and ones who were typically not so friendly. He wasn't sure if she was one or not. And so, Fuka sighed as he made his way about three doors down. She could see him sweating bullets and she took the moment to step up behind him and say, “Hey, wait, you got a package for these apartments.”
The man nodded as he heard the giantess cover the footsteps he made in almost a single bound. “Yes-yes,” he'd muttered too afraid to look at her again.
“I love you know, so if you have trouble delivering stuff here let me know...” Fuka told him now trying to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I'll take stuff where it needs to go.”
The post officer then swirled around and instantly shoved a box of chocolate chip cookies into her arms. “There's an old man two doors down. He's scary. He's an astounding 6 feet, 5 inches tall and he has a bad temper, a huge cane, and a fancy suit. I don't want him to-”
Fuka then grabbed the box from him and bent down to his eye level. This guy was somehow really short for an apparent adult only standing at 5 five, 6 inches total. She could feel why he was so afraid of this place. Mostly Herans lived in these apartments and as a result, because of these aliens being so big and bad by nature, they were often a sight to tremble at. The man for whatever reason wept in fear then stepped behind her and pushed Fuka forward, actually attempted to is more like it, her bulky frame was 192 lbs. and for a human that was hard to match. She'd stand though as she got the picture of what he wanted to do and read the box. It said, “Apartment 604, Central City Street, Central City.” At a glance, her apartment she was in was 598 so having already gone three doors down from there this mailman just needed to go another three to reach his destination. Her coming out of her place must have shocked him though.
She sauntered on down the way though while the mailman remained frozen in place. The package she held out in front of her as she mentally tried to recall which neighbor she was delivering to. She'd practically gone out of her way to get to know everyone in the last month here who was a Heran (in order to find Jihana) but none of them knew her or had heard of her and clearly thought she was dead. The neighbor was going to meet she was pretty sure was a Mr. Cretonne. A muscle-bound old man with the ability to hold almost anyone and break them in half at the same time. She'd come to him the first time she moved here to visit with him and find out if her sister might be in this area. The answer from him was “No.” which disappointed her but she pushed that idea aside as she reached his place, stretched her arm out and knocked on the door.
“What do you want?” his voice crackled from inside the building as he came to the door, opened it slightly and looked out to see Fuka's smiling face. The old man saw the box in her hands and chuckled, “Finally, my cookies... You didn't have to grab them from a frightened mailman did you?”
Fuka nodded and pushed the box into his arms, “That I did, he's back near my place.”
“Tell him to tell his bosses to stop sending him by here. I'm sure you've even seen this dolt. He runs from anything even an inch taller than him.” The old Heran growled as he took the box and closed the door behind him. Her job was done and she turned back to find the mailman bowing to her. He then would turn and run off to his next job glad to get his package out off his mind.
Fuka crossed her arms over her chest as he left and stepped back to her place, “Gee, why must I be always the big sister to everyone. They're always asking me to do things. I just hope to find my Jihana one day...” She uttered before jumping over the edge of an apartment building railing next to her and falling towards the concrete below. Ever since she'd been bored the tiny humans of the world had relied on her to do things everything from being a fashion model as of recently to delivering packages. She just wanted to find her sister and be the “little one” for a change since humans always had a way of getting around to using her due to her size. It probably stemmed from the fact that ever since she was five she'd been seemingly strong beyond a doubt and more than capable of lifting and moving cars at that age. Her father had put her under martial training, the tutelage of schools, etc. as a result of his riches and ability to do so, but the one thing he never really spoke about any other members outside their immediate family. She'd come to find he was hiding something and now as she slammed into the concrete below with her muscular legs and stood up she found it was time to continue her search she'd begun a year ago. Her body would propel forward and she'd dash on her two mighty legs into the heart of the city.